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Yours, Mine, and Ours or The Van Helsing Stake	By : Beaverhausen13 Category: 1 through F > Friday the 13th: The Series Views: 549 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Holy fuck, I feel amazing. The world is just an intrinsically beautiful place right now. And Micki feels beyond incredible and looks even better than that.
Just when I thought it was the end of everything. Then Pam fed me her blood, and the feeling returning to my legs was a phenomenon touching upon the miraculous. Who knew that vampire blood could make you feel so goddamned outstanding? I could do somersaults and backflips easily right now, and that’s even after the beast of a good orgasm that I just had. I can see why it’s a well-guarded vampire secret. Well, it’s safe with me and Micki, anyway. I’m so grateful to Pam and Eric right now, I wouldn’t want to do anything to put them in danger.
Micki and I slowly remove ourselves from the wall that we just had the most blissful sex upon and spy his and hers fluffy white robes hanging on hooks on the bathroom door. We slip into them, grinning like idiots.
“This robe feels outstanding.” Micki laughs, and I agree. Everything feels outstanding. Especially her.
We step out of the bathroom and are hit with the most delicious smell, “Food!” I exclaim.
My sweet Jesus, I’m hungry. Micki and I race into our hotel room proper and find Pam and Eric pulling Chinese food cartons from a paper sack in the living room area on the coffee table.
“Took y’all long enough.” Pam acknowledges with a little smirk.
“Hope you like Chinese food.” Eric says, “Sit down. I’m sure you must be famished.”
“God, food fuckin’ stinks. I’ll never understand how y’all humans do it.” Pam says in disdain.
“Thank you, Eric and Pam!” Micki and I say in unison, sitting down with glee on the couch and digging in. Holy shit, this is the most delicious food I’ve ever tasted in my life. Just, everything right now has this intense edge to it. Everything is just a little bit…more.
“You two look so much better not covered in hillbilly vampire blood.” Eric compliments us as we stuff our faces.
“Thank you.” We reply in mushy, food-filled voices.
Micki and I finish our feast, completely stuffed, and lean happily back into the couch cushions, our hands joining and fingers entwining as we sigh in content. I couldn’t wipe this smile off my face if I tried.
“There are a few things that you should know now that you’ve had our blood.” Eric begins as he and Pam plant themselves in the chairs in front of us, “First thing, you’re probably going to be high for quite a while. Vampire blood is supposed to be very euphoric for humans, I hear.”
“Yes, I feel incredible.” Micki smiles, her head laying on my shoulder.
“Me too.” I echo giddily.
“The next thing is that you are now a part of me and Pam, in a sense. We can now know where you are at all times, especially if you’re in danger.”
“We might even save you, if we don’t have anything else going on.” Pam’s drawl interjects.
“The last thing is that humans who feed off of a vampire’s blood will generally have pretty, shall we say, erotic dreams about said vampire. It’s all very natural.” Eric smiles, looking at Micki with a winning grin.
Micki and I look at each other, eyes wide, and just start laughing. The jealousy is trying to come through right now, but I’m just so fucking merry that it barely makes a dent.
“We can’t thank you enough for saving us.” I tell them through my laughter.
“Just as long as y’all get rid of that fuckin cursed thing, it’s all worth it, Puppy.” Pam replies, inspecting her nails.
“Speaking of which…” Micki says, going to our things and rummaging. She obtains the lockbox we got for travel with cursed object, finds the stake on the nightstand, places it inside, and shoots out the door.
Eric, Pam, and I look at each other in slight confusion, well, Pam looks more like bored disdain, and soon enough, Micki’s back and I laugh at her, “What was that?”
“I was securing our cursed object, Ryan.” She tells me as she jumps onto the couch next to me from behind, “The lockbox is in the hotel safe until we leave.”
“Smart and gorgeous.” Eric croons.
“Can’t be too careful.” Micki smiles.
“Mmm, I just wanna do girly things with her.” Pam says to Eric. The next thing I know, Pam has teleported behind Micki on the couch, and she’s unwrapping the towel that’s still on Micki’s head, “I’m gonna brush her hair. Puppy, get me a brush.” She commands me, tossing the wet towel at my chest.
I speed walk to the vanity area before the bathroom, not doing as good as Pam and Eric on that front but still pretty good in my own right thanks to the power of vampire blood. I grab Micki’s hairbrush and soon enough am passing it to one of Pam’s impeccably manicured hands. She’s currently petting Micki’s damp strands. Pam begins brushing and Micki starts purring again.
“Well, aren’t you just the prettiest little cat.” Pam laughs, moving the brush down her scalp.
“Oh, this feels so…nice.” Micki exudes between purrs.
“I bet it does, Sugar.” Pam says, almost consolingly.
I’m slightly hypnotized by the vision of this. They’re both just, so amazingly beautiful. Goddamn I feel good.
“Well, this is thrilling.” Eric chuffs out a laugh, crossing an impossibly long leg as his fingers make a temple against his mouth, which is spreading into an amused grin.
“Doesn’t she just have the most gorgeous hair color?” Pam asks Eric as she continues brushing and Micki continues purring, “It’s like flames on a campfire.”
“There is a reason I call her the Goddess.” Eric replies coolly. In a flash he’s in front of Micki again and opening the folds of her robe around her thighs. The fangs make an appearance and she lets out the cutest little gasp as he bites into her right upper thigh.
Pam drops the hairbrush and teleports in front of me, forcing my robe open as her fangs pop out of her gumline. She bites into my left thigh and I am just awash in sensation. Good goddamn, this feels good. It’s just so erotically peaceful that I can’t help but just go with it.
Before we know it, Eric and Pam have switched places, biting into the alternate thigh, and my vision starts tunneling again. I am once again on that peaceful raft in the middle of the ocean. But there’s a difference now. Micki is right there with me. Our hands find and hold each other as Eric and Pam feed off of us.
Well, they did treat *us* to dinner, after all.
Eric releases my thigh before my vision goes completely black, his mouth stained with my blood. Pam lets go of her mouth’s grasp on Micki’s gorgeous skin shortly thereafter, lips and fangs glistening ruby red. They run their blood over our wounds and we are whole again. Unmarred.
“Mmm, thanks for breakfast.” Eric says, rising from my legs, he and Pam licking their lips.
“Well, we are yours.” Micki replies, “It’s only fair.”
“I wanna paint your toenails. Where’s your nail polish?” Pam declares to Micki.
“I have a few shades in my carry-on.” I hear Micki say as I close my eyes in the aftershock of sensation.
“You *do* want to do girly things with her.” Eric says with an amused laugh.
“What can I say, she inspires me to embrace the divine female.” Pam drawls, picking through Micki’s proffered selection of nail polish and selecting a pearly pink shade. “Let’s take this to the bed, Pumpkin.” Pam grabs Micki and they’re on the heart shaped bed in the blink of an eye, Micki at Pam’s feet, Pam sitting against the headboard with the bottle of nail polish on the nightstand. She takes one of Micki’s feet into her lap and begins to slowly, artfully paint her toenails.
Jeezly crow, they’re gorgeous.
“So we’re taking it that you’re going back to your lives of cursed object hunting tomorrow, now that you have the offending curio in your possession?” Eric breaks me out of my hypnotic state.
“Yeah.” I answer, “No rest fighting against the wicked.” The room shimmers around Eric. He is an incredibly beautiful man. It dawns on me that we never called Jack after we got here. We forgot about it amidst all the crazy of last night and today. He must be worried sick. “We forgot to call Jack.” I state, smiling a little loopily.
Micki laughs, feet still in Pam’s lap as she leans back on her hands, “Well, call him now.”
So I do. He answers with panic in his voice, but is relieved to hear that we got the stake, and that I sound relatively well. If only he knew how I *really* feel. I’m on a magic carpet of awesome right now. Jack’s conscience put to rest, I hang up the phone after telling him that we’ll be on a plane back home tomorrow.
Pam finishes up with Micki’s toes, “Pretty as a peach.” She coos.
“I hate to break up the sexy slumber party, but Pam, we should go.” Eric announces, standing up from where he had been lounging in the chair, “We do have a business to run. And we should give the kissing cousins their privacy.”
Pam crawls up to Micki on the bed until their faces are touching and engages her in an incredibly arousing kiss, “Until next time…we can get together and do each other’s makeup.”
As I’m taking this in, Eric gives me a soft lingering kiss, “Pam is right; you are the cutest little Puppy.” He teases, pinching my cheek.
They swiftly switch places and repeat business. Pam’s lips on mine do a pretty good job distracting me from the way Eric is kissing Micki right now. The jealousy edges its way through when it seems that she’s really enjoying herself. But Pam’s lips are nice. And as I said, distracting.
And now their forms have blurred into standing at our hotel room door. “Safe travels, Ryan Dallion and Micki Foster. I am forever in your debt.” Eric smiles, bowing.
Pam deigns to cast her eyes at us, “Yeah, see ya around.”
And just like that, they’re gone.
I chuckle, “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the way they just fly away like that.” I comment, looking over at Micki. She’s laying on her back with her feet in the air, engaging in little air kicks in an attempt to dry her freshly painted toenails.
“Yeah, me either.” She giggles, “They’re so fucking fast.” Her feet kick the air with a little more speed, “If I could move the way they do, my toes would be dry already.”
Goddammit, she’s so cute. She looks so very…gleeful. It’s as if all the happiness of the world is condensed on her gorgeous face. I leap and land next to where she’s lying on the giant bed, causing her to bounce a little with the force of it. “Hi.” I greet her, taking one of her beautiful hands in mine. They’re so elegantly gorgeous. Very representative of Micki herself.
“Hi cutie.” She responds, giggling, “I still feel incredibly fantastic, how about you?”
I laugh and nod my head, “I also feel incredibly fantastic. And the whole world is just *glowing* right now.”
“Yeah.” Micki agrees, “It sure does glow. And the rainbows are *everywhere*.”
Now that she mentions it, I do see rainbows scattered all over the room, hovering near the lights. Wow. This is so fucking cool. I’m so glad to be experiencing this feeling with her. I bring her hand up to my lips and kiss one of her knuckles, “Dammit, I love you.” I tell her. This bed is so soft. I am so blissfully comfortable right now.
“And I love you.” She laughs, continuing with her adorable little air kicks. “It feels *great* to admit it, too.”
“Yeah, it only took a near death experience for it to finally come out.” I laugh, “I feel like I’ve been in love with you forever.”
“Thank God for Eric and Pam.” Micki giggles, “For saving our lives and making us feel so incredibly good right now.”
“Amen to that.” I agree.
Micki laughs, “You’re gonna have sex dreams about Pam.” She teases me.
“And you’re going to have them about Eric.” I retort, feeling that jealous edge, but still finding myself chuckling out the words.
“Whatever. I know who I’m in love with.” Micki responds through her giggles, kissing my knuckle on our joined hands.
“You better.” I snicker, leaning closer to her and kissing her lips. Oh, that’s nice. “Hey, Kicky McKickerson, I think they’re dry.” I goad her.
Micki reaches up and cautiously runs a finger over her toenails, “Yep, you’re right. Too bad, doing that was pretty fun.”
“Well, there are plenty of other fun things we could be doing.” I tell her, raising my eyebrows comically as I gaze into her face.
Her eyebrows raise in response, “Such as?” she asks inquisitively.
“Kissing’s one.” I begin, inching myself on top of her. Holy cow, she’s so soft. Her arms go around my neck and our smiling lips meet. Deliciously wonderful. She tastes just fucking lovely. Hot damn, I feel great. And she feels about eighty billion times better than that. Micki’s giving the satin sheets that we’re currently laying on a run for their money. I run one hand down her slender white neck while the other latches on to the semi-damp strands on the back of her head. This kiss is a doozy. It’s like I’m feeling her softness everywhere. And she smells like fall; like pumpkins and dried leaves and crisp, refreshing winds in the air. I want to roll around in her smell. Her hips grind into mine, our happy kiss ascending to the next level, and it’s just marvelous.
Hmm. I wonder what she tastes like? I can’t say that I haven’t been curious about it for an exorbitant amount of time, honestly. My hand moves to the belt of her robe and unties it as I indulge her mouth for a little while longer, then slides under the fluffy white fabric and encounters…heaven. Now my curiosity really *is* killing me. I kiss my way down the prettiest flesh in the land, parting her robe on my way down. There’s that autumn-like scent again. I’m completely enchanted. I reach her auburn nest of curls and settle myself between her thighs, “Another fun activity.” I smile at her mischievously before pressing my face into her wiry but pleasantly soft wonder and engaging in a slow kiss. Mmm, she’s sweet and a little spicy. Just like a pumpkin. I knew it.
“Oh, Ry-yan.” Micki moans softly, arching into me with the biggest smile on her face.
My lips and tongue find her clitoris and I kiss harder. Oh, she’s just softness all over. The skin on her hips feels so silky and the way she tastes is beyond compare. And her inner thighs keep brushing against my cheeks in the most tantalizing way. I’m just delirious with happiness and arousal right now. Her thighs around my head begin to tremble and Micki lets out an incredibly loud moan. Oh, that’s nice. Good night, she’s so fucking gorgeous, her hand clutching the top of her head as the other twists in my hair and holds me to her, hips grinding into my face.
Mmm-hmm, that was super fun. I kiss my way back up her trembling body, sliding mine back on top of hers, barely aware that her fingers are fumbling with the belt of my robe and pulling it open. The feel of skin to skin with her requires some kind of description I don’t even know about. She slips out of the arms of her robe and I follow suit, tossing it aside upon completion, and my lips meet hers again. I caress her hair, her face. Our groins make contact and my eyes roll back into my head at the sensation of it. She’s so warm and deliciously wet. “And this one’s probably the best activity of them all.” I rasp out against her mouth as I ease inside of her. Holy shit. Everything seems to shiver in double time as we move against each other, her legs circling around my waist. I look down at her as I break our kiss. Her skin is shimmering with little sparkles, like she’s covered in this extra-terrestrial glitter. Micki’s warmth is just intoxicating, and she’s so very beautiful. And she loves me. I can’t forget that little tidbit of joy. I move a little faster and she lets out a contented sigh.
“Oh, that’s brilliant.” She croons, her hips meeting mine, body writhing on purple satin sheets.
I kiss down her chest and engage myself with one of the most splendid breasts on the nine planets, sucking a gorgeous rosy pink nipple into my mouth as her walls squeeze at me, forcing me to thrust as fast as I can while I continue this blessed task.
I have a new church, and her name is Micki Foster, the blessed saint of all that is beautiful in the heavens and Earth. I move my mouth back up her chest and neck and re-engage her glorious captivating mouth. She shudders around me again, inner walls quivering and urging on the slow burn of the greatest sensation I’ve ever felt in my life. This thing is beyond just an orgasm, it’s a euphoric happening that might just be the eighth wonder of the world. I keep thrusting faster and faster, experiencing the delirious electric shock of sensation vibrate in every cell, our kiss growing incredibly sloppy as we both start moaning loudly. Soon our foreheads are touching and we’re practically yelling as whatever this vivid uber-orgasm is peaks, our bodies crashing together, hands clutching desperately at each other’s backs. She’s still just glimmering against the purple satin. After what seems like the most time-stopping eternity, our movements finally slow down to a stop, and I can’t help but kiss that beautiful mouth again.
“Mmm, I love you.” She sighs under me.
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